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Broken Heart, Torn Mask Ch4As he stood in the kitchen, he felt suddenly very sick. The scene that had only happened moments before played through his head on an endless loop... over and over and over...Broken Heart, Torn Mask Ch4 by ~Axelsgirl15
“We have something in common, Ryan. Both of us were hurt by Felix. Join my army, and we will hurt him and make him see how it feels to be in pain.”
“You want him to know how you feel?”
“Then join me.”
“... I will.”
Ryan walked over to the counter, pulling out the top drawer slowly. He winced at the slight
noise it created as the inner wheel rolled across it’s track, but he soon had it open.
“Welcome, Ryan Terry, to the barrel army. It is a pleasure to finally have you.”
“Yes. You see, we have a job only you can do.”
“What is it?”
He reached into the drawer, pulling out a large knife. He looked at it, his reflection
distorted slightly by his
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The swede pulled himself closer to him, kissing his lips softly. “I love you bro.”
“I... I love you too.” Ryan smiled. He slid his mask back to look at Felix with unobstructed vision. “Don’t ever leave me.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
No... Let me sleep... He rolled over, letting himself drift off again. I want to sleep...
“Ryan. Get up.”
No... He folded the pillow over his head. “Go away...” the boy muttered drowsily.
He suddenly felt cold steel against his arm. With a cry he shot up and fell backwards off his bed. “What the fuck-” His hand fumbled on the desk for his mask and glasses. “I-I warn you! Get out of my room or... or i’ll... I’ll be...aggressive!!”
“Be quiet! Don’t wake ze other up!”
He froze, peering into the darkness. The voice sounded familiar... “Stephano?
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“So what’s wrong?”
Ryan looked up at the young boy through his mask. The boy sat in a corner of a cell, dressed in a torn brown shirt and old jeans. He wasn’t very old... probably only six or seven. And his eyes were sad and lonely all the time, even around his friend. Maybe that was why they were both so close... they both had lonely eyes.
“Will you please tell me?” The boy asked again, waiting patiently for the reply. The older man sighed, unable to keep silent after that request.
“He... I don’t think he loves me anymore.”
“Why do you say that?”
“It’s this other friend of mine... Ken. Once the two of them met, they have been hanging out more with each other than with me. And then a week ago... they...” He fell silent, looking at the stone floor.
One week earlier...
“I’m going to go to bed bros...” Ryan yawned, getting up from the couch. K
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Well... I guess the best way to start this story is at the beginning. I would start by introducing myself, but I am not important to this story. I am merely the narrator, the one who saw all this. Who knows what my true name is? All you need to know is I saw this happen. With that knowledge, know this is all true.
This story is about a young man named Ryan Terry. An amazing boy, with gorgeous brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and the voice that many girls compared to that of an angel. He was a well known and very successful YouTube gamer.
This story also talks about two other boys, one named Felix Kjellberg, and another named Kenneth Morrison. Both of them were also very successful gamers, and they were Ryan’s best friends.
During their many adventures, Ryan had gained even more friends. Mayo, the younger brother of Mr. Chair, was the best of all these friends. Ryan had saved the young boy’s life and become poor Mayo’s first friend.
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